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My village ..
My dear...

My village ..
My dear...

My village ..
My dear...

My village ..
My dear...
And I'm still not going - things and things ...

My village ..
We miss you!
My dear...
Let's come, chat!

My village ..
In the city of Dirt and Smok ..
My dear...
Fatigue falls down.

My village ..
We miss you!
My dear...
Let's come, chat!

My village ..
In the city of Dirt and Smok ..

I dream:
Sit on your native porch,
Swim in a clean river,
Lie down on a warm stove,
Eat grandmother's pastries.

Speak a kvasochka from a barrel,
Take great and bumps,
Go to the forest,
Collect berries, mushrooms.

Throw a fishing rod into the pond.
In the village in the evening, the guys burn!
Burning bonfires
And at night, monsters roam there!

And on Saturdays a bathhouse,
We bake potatoes somewhere on the field,
Dog barking will frighten off the crane flock.

We will break the birch branches,
Let's make a broom
1:46 Monday,
We will take it to the chest, we will get down,
We will fall over the disco,

Do not see the wilderness of that Dali
Native places began to die out
They began to cut down the forests
Places disappear
Where childhood passed.

Garden, grown with nettles,
That pond dragged on Tina
Spiders are pautins.
There is no cattle on the farm.

We have a routine
We are not boys - men,
Someone has their own company, and life passes by.

My village ..
We miss you!
My dear...
Let's come, chat!

My village ..
In the city of Dirt and Smok ..
My dear...
Fatigue falls down.

My village ..
We miss you!
My dear...
Let's come, chat!

My village ..
In the city of Dirt and Smok ..
Fatigue falls down.

And I'm still not going - things and things ...